What are we to make of the allegation that Ogyen Trinley Dorje’s “sister” is not his biological sister?

Dear readers,

What are we to make of the allegation that Ogyen Trinley Dorje’s “sister” is not his biological sister but instead a young woman he has been having an ongoing sexual relationship since 2002 according to Ana’s comment posted to this blog the other day?

“I suspect Orgyen Trinley doesn’t or didn’t know about her sleeping with others.
I think it is probable 16th Karmapa had same sister arrangement and companion arrangement.
By the way, the amrita they drink in monasteries (the monks) is sperm from the guru. At least in Tashi Jong.”

“I caught them in bed together in 2002. Furthermore, they had a type of spousal fight on my doorstep.”

As a senior disciple of Khenpo Karthar Rinpoche my interest in this matter pertains not to the details of what happened as such, shit happens, especially when it comes to adolescents and sex, Ogyen Trinley Dorje was still a teenager in 2002, but what this specific allegation says about my guru’s sect as a religion and what appears to be its misrepresentation of its leader, Ogyen Trinley Dorje, as being a Buddhist monk in good standing vis à vis his presumed celibacy.



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Why is Ogyen Trinley Dorje passing this young woman around like a pack of cigarettes?

Dear Readers,

I found the following comment from Chodron regarding Ogyen Trinley Dorje’s relationship with his sister worth submitting for your consideration here.

“They are a couple. Furthermore, she has a baby with Orgyen Tobkyal, the name of this child is tulku Urgyen. She is pretty dumb, she asked me to teach her the alphabet in the period she was taking care of her baby in Bir.”

Which prompted the following response from Ana.

“Ngodrup Palzom is not OTD’s sister, she is his fuck buddy. She had a baby with Orgyen Tobkyal: tulku Ugyen.”

This must of been how the Roman Catholic Church must have operated before the reformation.

With impunity.

Whoever this young woman is Ogyen Trinley Dorje is passing her around like a pack of cigarettes in prison.

Talk about unenlightened.

So much for my Guru’s religion.

Thanks, but no thanks Rinpoche.

The 16th Karmapa had one foot in the past with the other in the future.

He was a great man.

As 17th Karmapa Ogyen Trinley Dorje clearly represents a step backwards for the Karma Kagyy sect into a past when in which such behavior was acceptable.



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Behold Ogyen Trinley Dorje’s arrival in Switzerland last week!

Dear readers,

The emperor truly has no clothes!

You don’t believe me?

Just cue up this “inspiring” video posted to the Internet by Ogyen Trinley Dorje’s creatures, the Karmapa Foundation of Europe, of the head of China’s Karma Kagyu sect of “Tibetan” Buddhism arriving in Switzerland last week.

Is this a thing?

I think not.

It’s China’s billionaire Karmapa being hustled by his body guards from a luxury sedan to an undisclosed secure location.

I’m reminded of Ogyen Trinley Dorje’s “non-event” of an arrival in the United States last year.

Sunlight is indeed the best of disinfectants.


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In the 18th century we established religion and Enlightenment to be mutually exclusive…

Dear readers,

Situ Rinpoche at Stanford proves this point.

Talk about a teachable moment.


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Situ Rinpoche at Stanford talking about truth in a multi-religious world (YouTube)…

Dear readers,

This happened. (YouTube)



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China’s billionare Karmapa has arrived in Geneva, Switzerland! 

Dear Readers,

Could we ask for a more fitting optic for the controversial leader of the most infamous sect of Tibetan Buddhism today, Ogyen Trinley Dorje, China’s choice for 17th Karmapa, his Karma Kagyu sect collaborated with the Chinese Government to make him so, landing in Switzerland of all places, a country which to its everlasting infamy collaborated with Hitler’s genocidal occupation of Europe?



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We can do better than this as dharma practitioners

Dear readers,

Tonight I’m going to a wake, not my own thankfully, for a relative of an in-law on my wife’s sister’s husband’s side of the family.

She was 63 years old.

Once upon a time I would have considered such an age old but today I am more inclined to beg to differ on the subject, anyway, it’s the West Side Irish side of the family.

Think “Shameless” if you aren’t familiar with this particular Irish American experiance.

Today my doctor for the day was my electro-cardiologist.

Great kid.

I was watching “Face the Nation” last Sunday and my defibrillator went off.


I was watching two Republican talking heads arguing over whether or not Donald Trump was qualified to be the next President of the United States of America.

And this time it had nothing to do with what landed me in the ICU last week.

It was an issue with how the device interpreted my heart rate.

My heart attack in 2009 so damaged my heart that as far as my defibrillator my heart rate can’t go above 188 BPM without me dropping dead on the spot.

Thus the shock.

This time the problem was with the lead that connects the device to my heart.

That’s a problem for another day.

I’m doing fine, no worse for wear.

I thank everyone for all their wishes for my swift recovery.

I’m having the time of my life.

I told this to my electro-cardiologist this morning.

He just looked at me and replied.

“I’d be pissed.”

I can’t tell you how many times I have imagined the scene here Thursday afternoon.

The 911 call.

The fire engine in front of the apartment building.

Me lying on the floor.

My interrogation by the paramedics.

A circle of faces looking down on me.

A flurry of hands hooking me up to the EKG.

The arrival of the ambulance.

Being carried down the stairs of a building constructed in 1903, so tight a fit you have to move your furniture in and out via the back stairs, in a chair of all things.

The grunting.

I am alone.

The sighs when the supervisor, the guy in the white shirt, showed up to bark instructions at them.

“Get a move on!”

After looking at my EKG, the paramedic in the ambulance could see the damage from my widow maker and told me.

“You are the luckiest man in the world.”

She doesn’t know the half of it.

Om mani peme hung!

Amitabha in the house.

I could not be more thankful for the continued blessings of my guru Khenpo Karthar Rinpoche’s Karma Kagyu lineage.

May we drain the swamp that is KTD and sort out its creatures that have emerged from Karme Ling every three and a half years for more years than I care to remember, once and for all.

These people so obscure all that the Karma Kagyu lineage has to offer us as Westerners, with our own ideas about Enlightenment, as in the “Enlightenment,” and what Enlightenment should look like, let’s put them in their place once and for all.

In this Post Panama Papers world we live in the Karma Kagyu sect is an anachronism, at best.

The Karma Kagyu sect collaborated with China’s genocidal occupation and it has been caught red handed hiding the funds it has received for doing so, laundered through the donations it has been receiving from Pro-Mainland China Buddhists, talk about wheels within wheels, since 2007.

Spread the word, please.

We can do better than this as dharma practitioners.

Karmapa Chenno!



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